Every three days, I secretly go to see someone.
He's more or less my enemy, and I'm more or less his.
I've imprisoned him in this tiny space and won't let him leave. I've put him in chains, ankle shackles, and handcuffs, each one carefully chosen by me. They're fine ironwork, plated with gold on the outside, and look like a set of works of art.
I like them very much, but he hates them...
P.S.:
★ Extremely melodramatic. This is the author's indulgence, so don't take it seriously!
★ It's actually a sweet story (?? maybe??)
Theme: I love melodrama.
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